He knows well enough how unique the name is, especially in Paris, and he shifts in his seat as Abel speaks. His brows furrow with confusion and concern.

"I met a girl named Nanako, just the other day. She's small, short brown hair in pigtails? I thought it was just a coincidence that she'd have the same name." He leans forward more. "Abel, she knew my name. And the whole time I was talking to her, I couldn't shake the feeling that she was familiar somehow, like I'd met her before."

But the fact that the Nightroads went to visit her?

"What happened when you met with her?"